Could I not see such ugly drawn out choices.
Hollow I feel such nothing for people it is fear that feeds me.
Alone in this forsaken world with nothing to accept.
Order is such pain that it is nothing but chains.
Souls that bare nothing but lost cause to confusion is such utter mistakes.

Problems~
(Acrostic)
P roblems there are so many for everyone
R ealize and accept that this is life
O bviously we all have them sometimes
B elive that you can manage them all
L et no trials and problems steal your joy
E ndure them and have Faith,Hope and Trust
M anage your problems and just trust God
S mall or big problems won't last,hand them all to God each time
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2011
January,02,2015

A path of endless sorrow
paved by the destruction in my wake.
I can see no bright, beautiful tomorrow
that's not a kind of future I make.
An ocean of endless tears
flowing from the hearts the cry out in pain.
Their anguished cries bring forth my inner fears
which drag me under with a dark heavy chain.
A tale of endless woe
full heartaches and immorality.
These are the seed I sow
grown by my faulty personality
Memories of endless regret
the ones that can't simply be erased.
I promised I would never forget,
all the lives I have disgraced.
The ashes of a finished flame
extinguished by my devastating crime.
Before, it was all a sick little game
but now, I'm completely out of time.

You Left me for Suicidal?
I Loss you because you say it was my Fault?
How dare you!
You Left me!
I did everything for you,
I made Everything for you,
But why how could you?
My Heart feels like had been Crushed by a Truck!
When you Died!
When I Lost you!
When I Mop Everyday just because I was Missing you!
and it was all your Fault!
My Life was Ruined
Like it was ended
and It was like I`m weeping
since the day I was loosing
Now would you Understand since you left me?
I can`t express all my Feeling `cause your Missing
and I`m like just Standing
and you`re Enjoying
Here I am,If u can see
All Ruined up wait `till we meet
It would take me 87 years `till we meet again
Would we?
Now I think you`re Happy
Seeing my Pain all this Years
I wish to see you again
To make it all Go away where I could say Pain
"You left me for Suicidal"

P is the third part of Expense, the acrostic series.......
Practically, my cup is half full instead of half empty, but I am proven
wrong! I’m swimming in the river of my emotional debt mixed with other
distinctive debts…doused in drastic dread! Is this reality in a nut shell or is
this frankly living hell? Where does your high spirits truly dwell? Keep in
clean, you gutter mind of a foolish man in PRISON for committing HURTFUL
crimes – he has to pay up so much – his expense is SKY-HIGH, but he is
not shy to pay it up and he longs to fly again with un-tattered wings, but
fails greatly due to HIS poor decision making…who knows why he did the
things he did, which leads to his ultimate consequence – his absence of
life…the aftershocks of his death still haunts the prison to the extreme-est
of the extreme! He haunts and taunts all that come in – once you’re in, you
never, ever come out no matter what! My noggin is runnin’ wild in circles
and my mind is whirling like a seething storm that’s body-quaking me…
controlling me like a steel-made robot…these particular pangs of regrets
makes my guilty conscience overflow with low self-esteem and anguish…
lamentation has fallen upon us all! We all must stand tall…remember to
brave & hop over our obstacles optimistically and assertively like a horse
during his training for the biggest race he has ever trampled into! Do you
have any clue what I’ve been through? My notions that are spinning around
in my brain is like the vegetables, water & the spices, mixing well & swell
into a stew, restoring peace to my verse…Is my life a gift or a curse? Is my
life overflowing with mirth? I wish I can give a portion of it on Earth to
avoid making destructive actions…I need several tragedies in reverse to
settle me down and make complete my fulfillments! Deplorable Reality’s
strategic tragedy stings like billion’s of buzzin’ busy bees out of their honey
dens or hives! I’ve been losing my mind since the day of my birth and so on
and so forth! Need I say more? I have so many research projects to
explore! There is so much GOLD to find! Maybe I’m just a boy, tattered,
torn and sadly, blind! I hope you don’t mind, Lord – forgive me, oh Lord of
Accord! I need to just forget and forgive the past & move forward in the
guiltless future! I NEED TO RUN THE EXTRA MILE LIKE A RUNNER, REACHING
TO THE FINISH LINE! Give me the strength to move on! Deplorable Reality’s
strategic tragedy stings like billion’s of buzzin’ busy bees out of their honey
dens or hives! I WANT TO RUN THE EXTRA MILE LIKE A RUNNER, REACHING
TO THE FINISH LINE AND I’M FEELIN’ FINE WITH MY HEART, POUNDING
WITH DREAD-LESS AND UNEXPIRED DETERMINATION…NOT EVEN TIRED….
OH no, not at all – I run with my pack of wolves and I’m as sturdy as a
wall, giving it my all…